GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  My heart plunged down into my stomach. I was standing in front of one of the most dangerous men in the country, and he was looking me in the eye. Without a doubt, he had come to kill me—and apparently he wanted me for himself. He could have sent a carful of thugs, or just ordered a drive-by shooting. But no—he had to come by himself, to watch the life drain from my face with his own eyes.

  I managed to clear my throat, but I couldn’t muster up any words.

  Steve raised a hand into the air, making me flinch. “Hi there,” he said with a smile.

  Cassandra gave me a nudge. “Sorry—she’s shy,” Cassandra said.

  I managed to force a smile. “Hi,” was all I was able to say.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Steve said. “Your friend told me that you were pretty, but she didn’t say you were this pretty.”

  It took all of my willpower to remain upright. I don’t know how I was able to keep the smile on my face. “Thank you,” I said.

  Then Mikey’s eyes narrowed. “Wait—didn’t we meet? At the bookstore the other day—right?” he said.

  I nodded my head slowly. “That’s right,” I said.

  “She’s not usually this shy,” Cassandra said. She turned to me. “Come downstairs and have a drink or two with us.”

  “I’m really tired,” I said. I still wasn’t sure if my heart had resumed beating or not.

  “Too bad. You’re having a drink with us whether you like it or not.” She turned around and headed downstairs. Steve took one last, long look at me before turning to go downstairs himself. And I had no choice. I had to follow them.

  I found myself staring at my feet, trying to avoid eye contact with both of the men in my house. “Steve and Mikey are from out of town,” Cassandra said to me.

  “Oh really?” I said, forcing a quick smile before turning my attention back to the ground.

  “They work for the same company.”

  And all I could do was smile and nod. I looked up and saw that Steve was looking at me. I cleared my throat and tried to will some colour back into my face. “What kind of work do you do?” I asked.

  “Construction,” Steve said quickly, as if he was used to lying. “And what about you—what kind of work do you do?” He stared right into my eyes—and surely he recognized those eyes. Surely he came to that small Californian town to find those eyes and murder them.

  “Kylie just moved here from New York,” Cassandra said. “She’s just living with me until she finds a job.” I wanted to reach over and strangle Cassandra. If the guys didn’t recognize me, surely Cassandra’s little hint would change that. But no one seemed to react.

  “New York—that’s where we’re from too,” Steve said. He took a long sip from his beer. “We’re just here on vacation. Trying to track down an old friend.”

  “What’s your friend’s name? Maybe I know him,” Cassandra said.

  “I doubt it,” Steve said. “I don’t think he’s been here long enough to know anyone.” Thankfully Cassandra didn’t pry any further. She started talking about what she did for a living. The guys looked at her while she was talking, giving me an opportunity to look at the guys, to figure out if they were catching on or if they truly were oblivious. And by the looks of it, they really were oblivious. They really had no idea that they were sitting five feet away from the man they travelled across the country to kill.

  Throughout the night, I noticed Mikey inching closer towards Cassandra. And it wasn’t long before I noticed Steve moving closer towards me. Every time he got up to get a new beer, or if he got up to use bathroom—when he came back, he would sit just a little bit closer. And it wasn’t even midnight when he was close enough to put his arm over my shoulders. I became tense, but I still managed to force a smile. I took a series of deep breaths as his fingers gently caressed my bare arm. And the way he was feeling my arm was sensual—it was suggestive, and not at all the way I would expect to be touched by a man who wanted me dead. So maybe Steve really didn’t recognize me. Maybe I really was safe as long as I was dolled up as Kylie.

  He started chatting me up—splitting off into our own private conversation while Cassandra and Mikey had their little personal conversation. Steve kept asking me questions about myself, and I kept having to lie. I told him that I was from Buffalo, and then I panicked when he told me that he had lived in Buffalo for five years. He started asking me where I went to school and what my favourite restaurants were. I managed to lie convincingly—or maybe he was just too drunk to notice my inaccuracies.

  It took me a minute to realize that Cassandra and Mikey had disappeared up to Cassandra’s bedroom. I could hear them giggling as they rolled around on Cassandra’s bed. Steve had somehow gotten even closer to me. His hard chest was now pressed up against my side. “I really should be getting to sleep. I think I’m coming down with the flu,” I said.

  “You should show me your bed,” Steve said with a big grin. Escaping Steve wasn’t going to be so easy.

  “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I said.

  “Why not?”

  “I wouldn’t want to get you sick.”

  “I don’t get sick. I haven’t been sick a day in my life.” He leaned in closer, as if he was getting ready to plant a kiss on my lips. My heart was throbbing mercilessly. I travelled across the entire country to get as far away from Steve as I could, and now I was closer to him than I’d ever been in my entire life.

  My heart stuttered. I wanted to ask him to leave, but I didn’t want to make him mad. I knew what he was capable of. I’d seen him commit unspeakable acts of violence—and I’d heard about him getting violent over much less than rejection. But what else could I do? I couldn’t sleep with him—I didn’t have the hole he wanted. And he would surely put the pieces together as soon as he realized my breasts were just pads inside an empty bra.

  He kissed me. I couldn’t react fast enough to dodge it. His lips pressed against mine, and I froze. I knew I had to do something, but my brain just shut off. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t even will my eyes closed, so I was stuck staring at his face, at all of the little scars he’d collected from making examples out of people like me. And I knew if I didn’t do something soon, I would be floating at the bottom of the river, just like so many other missing organization members.

  So I kissed back. It was the only option my brain could consider. I puckered my lips and I slipped my hands around his body. And I had to admit: he was a good kisser. He may have been an evil person, but he knew how to work his lips, and his tongue for that matter. He gently penetrated my lips with his tongue and then he wrapped his tongue around mine. He snuggled his nose right up against mine, and his hands started to explore my body. He moved slowly and sensually, making my heart jump every time his fingers travelled within a few inches of my cock. If he found my cock, I would surely be dead—even if he didn’t figure out who I was. Steve would not allow any man to fool him, so I knew I was playing with fire—and it was a hot fire.

  I could feel his stubble rubbing against my face. And I liked it in a strange way. His hard, muscular arms were strangely comforting, wrapped around me. And his soft lips were strangely mesmerizing. I found myself playfully biting his bottom lip, pulling it back and then pushing my tongue into his mouth. He had his hand up the back of my skirt, on my bare ass. He squeezed and toyed his fingertips close to my asshole. His other hand was busy squeezing one of my breasts. He was too drunk or just plain oblivious to realize that he was squeezing a foam pad.

  He brought me down to my back and he lay on top of me. He looked into my eyes. And then his eyes narrowed. He became silent. My heart stopped beating momentarily. “What’s wrong?” I said before the lump in my throat was too big.

  “I know you,” he said softly.

  I managed to force a smile. “Do you?” I asked.

  “Yeah—must know you. You look so familiar. We must have lived in Buffalo at the same time,” he said.

  “Maybe,” I said. “That’s p
robably it.”

  He started kissing me again. A wave of relief washed over me. But I wasn’t in the clear yet—I was still far from it. I still had a notorious criminal on top of me, and I could feel his knife holster rubbing against my thigh. I thought about reaching down and grabbing his knife from him—and using it to quickly cut his throat. But I knew that wasn’t a proper solution. I knew his people would still come after me, especially if I killed him. He had dozens of people waiting to take him place as leader of the organization, and none of them would the person who killed one of their leaders to carry on living.

  Another wave of relief washed over me when he took that holster off and tossed it onto the floor. And then I realized he took it off so that he could get his pants off. We weren’t just making out anymore. Now we were getting down to business.

  CHAPTER XI

  He left his boxers on at first—they were made of cotton, but the cotton wasn’t thick enough. I could feel his whole semi-erect member rubbing against my thigh. I could feel it throbbing and becoming harder and harder. He was big—bigger than me. I was just happy that my own cock wasn’t starting to throb and harden. It helped that he hadn’t reached down to rub it yet. Flaccid and tucked between my legs, he would have assumed it was just a puffy pussy. But erect—I would be dead.

  His hand was getting closer. He kept reaching down to feel my thigh, and those fingers were getting closer and closer. He managed to get the straps of my dress off of my shoulders, and then he managed to get my dress down to my hips. He squeezed the cups of my bra, and I found myself frozen on the couch, waiting for him to realize he wasn’t squeezing real breast tissue. But he didn’t realize—not even after he pulled my padded bra off of my chest. He sunk down and began to suck on my nipples. He must have just assumed that I was a flat-chested girl.

  But I still needed a solution. I still needed to think of a way to end our little romp without setting off his notorious temper. “Why don’t we just kiss?” I said.

  “Just relax, baby. I promise you’ll be able to handle it,” he said. His cock was erect now, and strangely I had my fingers around it. I was stroking it and massaging his tip, as if some feminine entity had possessed my body.

  “I just—I’m on my period. It’s kind of sore down there.”

  “It’ll be fine, babe. Don’t stress it,” he said. He was determined to get what he wanted. He was determined to get that big cock into my non-existent pussy.

  “Why don’t you stay the night, and then we can do it in the morning?” I said as he continued to suck my nipple. I was now starting to get hard from the feeling of his tongue circling around my nipple. I reached down and tucked my throbbing cock between my legs.

  “We can do it in the morning, too,” he said. And I knew that he really wasn’t going to give up. I needed to think of a different strategy. And I didn’t have long.

  So I acted on impulse. I flipped him over onto his back and I found myself on top of him. Then I started sinking down, pulling down his boxers and revealing his long, curved erection. I pulled back his foreskin gently and then I lifted his member up. It was warm and pulsing. He took a deep, loud breath in. And then I bent forward and licked his tip.

  My heart was pounding and my gut was churning, but at least I had a plan—though it was a long shot. I just had to get him off quickly before he wanted into my panties. I had to suck him off like my life depended on it, because my life did depend on it. So I did my best impression of a porn star while I sucked the tip of his cock, stroking the rest of his shaft with a clenched fist.

  It wasn’t as gross as I expected. In fact, it wasn’t gross at all. It was kind of satisfying in a strange way, the way his cock sat perfectly cradled on my tongue, the way it throbbed against the inside of my cheek. I liked it. I’d been worried that I would gag through the whole thing—but there was no gagging, just sucking.

  And he let me suck him for at least ten minutes while he held my head in place. It wasn’t until I could taste his pre-cum that I remembered I was wearing a wig. He gripped a handful of my hair as he groaned, and my heart jumped up in my chest. I reached my free hand up and gently pulled his hand away, slipping his fingers between mine. There was something weird about holding his hand—it seemed far more uncomfortable than sucking his cock, but I wanted to live, so I held his hand tightly.

  “Enough already, or you’ll make me come before I even get it in you,” he said, as if that was a bad thing.

  “You can always fuck me in the morning,” I said with a smile. “Just relax and come in my mouth.” My plan was to sneak out in the night, to run away, as far as I could—maybe even live in the woods for a few weeks or a few months. All I needed were some matches and a bag of rice and I could live for at least three months in the Californian woods. But first I had to survive my night with Steve.

  “Fuck that,” Steve said. “I want to fuck your tight pussy tonight. I know you’re scared of my big dick, but I promise you’ll like it.”

  My heart plunged down into my gut again. There was no winning. Steve was bound to find me out, so maybe it was just time to face the music.

  But I had one last idea: my asshole. If I could get his big cock into my asshole without him taking a look under the skirt of my dress, then maybe I had a chance. Maybe he wouldn’t even know he was in an asshole—he was pretty drunk, after all. So I crawled back over him and I straddled his crotch. I reached down and gently pulled my panties aside. He tried to pull my skirt up so that he could see, but I managed to pin his hand to his side before he could see too much. My cock was erect and out of my panties—I couldn’t let him see it.

  “It’s not often girls want to be on top,” he said.

  “I love being on top,” I said. I pressed his big tip up to my tight hole—and it felt thick—thicker than Cassandra’s double-sided black dildo. But I had no choice. I had to take it. I took a deep breath and I started to let gravity do its job. I sat downwards and felt the immense pressure of his cock trying to penetrate my tiny hole. I clenched and squirmed, and then I took a deep breath and managed to relax for just one second—and one second was all I needed for him to slip inside of me: he finally penetrated my little asshole.

  I gasped. He grabbed my hips firmly. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, pushing up towards my lungs—and his cock was almost tall enough to reach. I clenched, and then I used all of my willpower to unclench. I went through this cycle about fifteen times before his entire rod was deep inside of my body, throbbing against my anal walls. “Oh God,” I heard myself mutter.

  I was frozen with his cock in my ass. But I had to power through. I had to pleasure him so he wouldn’t take matters into his own hands. So I started bouncing, slowly at first—as much as I could handle—and then the pain started going away. Each bounce hurt less than the one before it. And it wasn’t long before each bounce started to feel better than the one before it—more euphoric, more intense. The tip of his dick was pressing right up against my sweet spot, making my body tingle, making my own cock feel hot.

  I was being fucked by a man—by the man who was out to kill me.

  I could feel his cock bloating and throbbing. Steve was groaning, gripping my hips tightly. He wasn’t far away from coming—I just needed to keep him going for a couple more minutes at the most. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, looking up into my eyes.

  “You’re so fucking big,” I said. I bit my bottom lip and caught myself smiling. Was I actually enjoying this? Did I actually like getting stuffed by big, hard cocks?

  I bounced faster, slapping my bum against his hard abdomen. I closed my eyes and tried not to scream as the euphoria swelling between my legs became stronger and stronger. The tip of my cock was hot, as if I was just barely holding my piss back. I clenched hard—I didn’t want to piss on Steve of all people. But I couldn’t hold it for long. I finally caved to the amazing orgasm—and it wasn’t piss that was waiting to be released; it was cum.

  I sprayed the inside of my skirt, and then I f
elt a warmth blasting inside of my body. I looked down at Steve, who was squirming and moaning—he was coming, unprotected, deep inside of my asshole. And my God, did it feel good. I slouched over him and I gripped his body tightly. My own cock was still oozing cum, all over his pelvis.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

  I reached down and used my skirt to wipe the cum off of his abdomen, so he wouldn’t become suspicious. Then I used the same hand to tuck my cock back into my panties. I managed to force a smile. “That was fun,” I said.

  His face was dark red. “That was incredible,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuck you again in the morning.” And then I remembered that I still had to escape. I managed to survive the night, but Steve was still on the loose. And I knew I wouldn’t survive another romp in the morning, with the sunlight coming into the house and the booze no longer in Steve’s system.

  A loud thud stole both of our attentions. A full-geared-out police officer stormed into the house with a rifle drawn. Two more cops followed him, and then two more followed them. “On the ground! On the ground!” they yelled. I was quick to roll off the couch, onto the ground. I slapped my hands behind my head. And then I looked up just in time to see Steve bolting towards the back door. He didn’t make it. The back door flew open and two cops came bursting in through there, too. One of them grabbed Steve and wrestled him to the ground.

  And then I heard Mikey struggling. Two cops were pulling him down the stairs. Cassandra walked out a moment later. She didn’t appear terrified or even phased. “What the hell is going on?” Mikey asked while he squirmed.

  “What does it look like, idiot? You’re being arrested,” Cassandra said. Within seconds, the cops had the men out of the house and in the back of a cruiser, hands cuffed behind their backs.